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On Moving.

"Family"Carrie Lynn7 Comments

I spent November 1st moving our stuff to the apartment above ours. It's sadly vacant of some awesome people (boo Rachel and Craig moving), but it has ample sunlight and a slightly bigger kitchen.

WHEN we were going to move in was kind of vague. November 1st was assumed but not solitified until yesterday. Of course, November 1st fell on a day when Scott wasn't going to be home until 10pm.

I made a plan to move all of my little stuff (the front closet, decorations, kitchen) upstairs today. After I got a babysitter for Georgia (Erica is a saint), I moved the front closet. This was very unsatisfying. Took me way too long and the new apartment still looked empty while the old apartment still looked full.
I realized that it wouldn't feel like I'd gotten anything done until I got the furniture out.

Scott gone... father-in-law and brother-in-law have bad backs... home teachers at work...

My options were either wait until Saturday, or put on my big girl panties and do it myself.

I somehow got my 6 person kitchen table up 2 flights of (small) stairs ON MY OWN and Scott came home for 10 minutes between work and catching the bus for school and helped me with the couches. When he left, I got to work on moving my (massive) coffee table and did that. My (gigantic because it's old) tv was probably the hardest thing (too big to carry easily, too small to drag) to get up the stairs... and then I decided I was going to move my bookshelf. My 3-4 feet wide, taller than me and solid wood bookshelf. It took grunting and sweat, and about 15 minutes, but I did it. And I didn't even put a hole in the hallway!

Reading this, these things might not seem like that big of a deal. But I honestly have not felt this good in a long time. Becoming a stay-at-home mom has put me in a lot of situations where I have to wait on other people and it felt exhilarating to do something MYSELF without having to ask anyone's permission or wait for anyone to show up.

Granted, I moved as much as I did because my neighbor watched the baby all day but still. I felt all empowered- like Rosie the Riveter (I wore a bandanna all day) or Liz Lemon (I also wore sweats).
My stuff is now in between two apartments and that ALSO made me feel like Liz Lemon and I kept day dreaming about having a stairwell between the two and writing for a comedy show and living her life. Then I felt more like Hazel than Liz, but I digress.

The point is I started at 8am, moved a bunch of big ass stuff and now I'm sitting in a living/dining room that is pretty much empty except for a pair of shoes and some in-and-out packaging.

Thanks November, for starting out awesome.

G-Dizzle

"Family"Carrie Lynn5 Comments



Often, conversations with young moms who are about my age who have children about Georgia's age go like something like this:

"My daughter just LOVES music. She really responds to Disney tunes."
"Oh yes, my daughter loves music too- we listen to the classical station and it just soothes her right away."
"My son kicks and giggles when we listen to big band music!"
"Carrie, does Georgia respond to a type of music?"

"Yeah. She really likes hip-hop dance music."

"Really?"

"Yup. And rap. She cracks up when Nicki Minaj raps Super Bass. However, mostly she likes the Black Eyed Peas and that Tonight, Tonight song. The other day she got a hold of our Ipod and all of the sudden 'I Gotta Feelin' came blaring out along with her belly laugh. I don't know how she got that song to play, but she did."


I'm being serious folks. My daughter is gangster.


I blame it on Scott.

He had a plan to have Georgia love classic rock music like him so we would listen to Journey and he would drum on my pregnant stomach. The plan backfired, obviously, since Georgie learned instead to like music with a heavy bass... mainly of the club genre.

20 bucks says she'll be one of those teenagers you loathe that pull up next to you at a stop light and give you an instant headache because all you can hear is their booming bass. At which point, you can call Scott and thank him for it.

All the cheesiness of how we came to be.

"Family"Carrie Lynn1 Comment
I saw this on my friend's blog and thought I should participate since my blog url IS "adventuresof SCOTTand carrie." It seems that Scott only makes small appearances on here, but I love him more than that. Anyway, here I am answering 20 question about Mr. Chapman.

1. Where did you meet?
There are two stories to this. The first is that we ORIGINALLY met in a corn maze. Or, at a corn maze. We both worked at a corn maze. He was a senior in high school with braces and a serious girlfriend, and I was a really mature 18 year old who had done a whole semester block of college over the summer. I worked in concessions and got to know his friends that would come flirt with all the other concession girls- but I didn't get to know him because he genuinely liked to work in the corn. When I worked at my other job at a video store, he would come in as the only customer with his guitar, and play it while he browsed DVD's. I sat behind the counter reading. We never said more than "$3.50 please, and it's due back on Thursday. " "Thanks."

The second part of the story comes after you fast forward about 3 years. Scott served a mission in South Africa, and I served one in Toronto, Canada. We both returned home about a week apart and ended up attending the same college. I had been home a few months and the dating scene wasn't really jiving with me and I was getting frustrated. One night, I was so fed up that I prayed for a boyfriend. And then I felt really stupid. Desperate. I told myself I would never do that again and just go through life.
Meanwhile, that SAME night, Scott had seen me at a large church meeting and thought: "Carrie Sylvester. I remember her- I want to talk to her." But I had disappeared so before he went to bed he (for some reason) prayed that he would see me again.

THE NEXT DAY I was walking on campus when a breathless Scott Chapman caught up to me. I thought his name was Steve.


2. What was the first thought that went through your head when you met?
My stomach dropped and my heart raced, and my head spun. All of those typical symptoms you hear about in pop songs and see in Disney movies. And then I thought:

"Carrie. You are the most PATHETIC and DESPERATE person on the planet! You pray for a boyfriend and the FIRST guy that walks up to you you think is the one? Get a GRIP! Stop forcing yourself to feel this way! How embarrassing!"

After I composed myself, he reminded me of his name and I noticed that he had a dazzling smile with a dimple on the left side of his mouth.
3. Do you remember what he was wearing?
A backpack.

4.Where was the first time you kissed this person?
On my doorstep. It was all innocent and very sweet sixteen. It had been a few months since we had met and we had started dating just each other. We had gone out and when he took me home he gave a quick goodnight kiss and left. It left me wanting more which apparently was his intention. That sly dog.

5. Where did you go for your first date?

Again, two stories for this one. All of our friends wanted us to date each other, so when I had planned a big, guided canoe trip through the school, everyone canceled so it was just Scott and I. I didn't know if it was a date, or if he liked me and felt pretty stupid. On top of that, another guy that I was interested in was the GUIDE for said canoe trip so I was trying to keep my options open while wearing an unflattering wet suit with a blue patch on the bum, in the pouring rain. Not my best moment.

But, Scott ASKED me out to an opera concert on campus. After that, we went bowling and then went to the grocery store because Scott wanted grapes- which he washed in the drinking fountain. We went for a drive and looked at stars and ate the grapes and chatted about who knows what. All I really remember from that date is that I really felt like I could be 100% myself around this guy.
6. How long did you know this person before you became a couple?
We started being friends around the middle of April and became a couple the beginning of June.

7. How did he/she ask you out?
Facebook chat. We were really just chatting about what we were doing that weekend and I had mentioned that I wanted to go to the opera scenes concert which he had gotten tickets to. Then he said we should go. This was too vague for me, so I responded: "Do you want to get together to the opera scenes, or do you want me to go with you to the opera scenes?" There was a big, heavy pause before he made sure I knew that this was going to be a date.

8. Has this person ever proposed to you?
Heck yes he did! We had talked about getting married around the end of September, but Scott was really freaked out about having a long engagement (since we wouldn't be able to get married until the following April) so he prolong proposing. Of course, he didn't communicate this to me so I sat around for a month thinking something was wrong. Every time I talked to him about it though, he would just say: "these things take time." He didn't know it, but I had promised myself that if didn't propose within 10 days, I was going to tell him to forget it. I couldn't be with someone who I thought was just dragging his feet because he was scared.
One night (close to the 10 mark), we went out to a concert and he made me a really amazing dinner. He made sure we were alone the whole time. Then, we started re-enacting our first date. I was sure several times that he was going to propose, but it never came. Finally, he said he had to get home early because had a meeting in the morning. Then he started texting someone. I couldn't hold it in and I started to cry. "Is something wrong with me, Scott?" He looked like I had slapped him and got really frustrated. He started speeding. He kept apologizing and took me home.
When I got into the apartment, my best friend asked me how it went and I started sobbing and ran into my room. She followed me in and comforted me while I told her all about it. "And then he started TEXTING," I wailed. She excused herself to her bedroom.

Just then, I heard a tapping on my 3rd floor window. Scott was throwing rocks at it. I had told him before that I had always wanted someone to throw rocks at my window, to sneak me out- ever since I saw The Sound of Music. I was so excited that I ran out of the apartment on a November night with no shoes on. He took me to the park that we spent the whole summer in, and underneath golden trees and standing on a blanket of fiery leaves, he pushed his forehead to mine. Then, he got on one knee, and he proposed. Of course, I said yes. I think, followed by a "what took you so long?!"
9. Do you and this person have kids together?
Yes. She's perfect and her name is Georgia and she is almost 4 months old.

10.Have you ever broken the law with this person?
Scott used to speed all the time. And we used to end up in places that were trespassing all the time without realizing it.

11. When was the first time you realized you liked this person?
When we went on a roadtrip to Utah and I saw him with his family.
12. Do you get along with his/her family?
HA! Yes. Yes I do. It is not perfect 100% of the time (everyone has in-law moments), but overall they are an incredibly loving family who want nothing more than for everyone to feel safe, loved, and welcome. They also get my sense of humor.

13. Do you trust this person?
Do I trust Scott with my life and the life of our daughter? Do I trust that he will lead us to live with God again? Yes. Do I trust that he will be on time places and take out the trash? No.

14. What is your favorite thing about this person?
My favorite thing about Scott is that he is always willing to try new things. It doesn't matter what I rope him into, he will do it for the sake of experience.

15. What is the best gift he/she gave you?
Our daughter.

16. What is one thing he/she does that gets on your nerves?
He tells me things last minute. Like "oh yeah, they're coming over in two hours." Or, "Did I tell you we're going there tomorrow?" I used to be able to live my life like that, but with the baby it really bugs me- he 's getting better at it though.
17. Where do you see each other 15 years from now?
3 or 4 kids (I won't be able to do kids close together), I'll be a stay at home mom and Scott will be working for some awesome company that allows us to travel with him. That's my dream, anyway.

18. What causes the most arguments?We are on totally different schedules, so most of our arguments have to do with calendar planning and cleaning up at night.

19. How long have you been together?
We've been dating since June of 2008.

20. Are you married?
Happily married. Three years in April- my, how time flies.

Break Me Off a Piece

"Family"Carrie Lynn3 Comments

The other day I called my mom from the store and she was all: "Is Georgia with you?" And I was all like: "Uh. Yeah. Always."

And I love that we spend our days together, I really do. I like that she smiles at me from the bathroom floor when I'm getting ready. I love that when I have her on my hip vacuuming I hear start cracking up for some reason I honestly can't tell you. I love it. I mean, really. Look at that face. How can I not?

But you know what else I love? My "break." When Scott gets home from work and school, I give him some time to unwind and then I leave for about an hour. Sometimes I run an errand, sometimes I window shop, sometimes I read (always I get a Diet Coke). It's so nice to have some time where I'm not constantly thinking baby and Scott enjoys his daddy daughter time with Georgia.

I've discovered that we are a pretty independent family. I love Georgia but I crave my alone time, as does Scott. We all need our space- even Georgia gets sick of people in her face all the time. So while I love the moments when we are all taking a nap in our bed on a Sunday afternoon, I also like these moments. The ones where Georgia is happily playing with her feet on the floor, Scott is winding down with a TV show, and I'm catching up on blogging.

What can I say? I love my family. They're perfect for me.

(written last night)

Of Dogs and Moms

"Family"Carrie Lynn6 Comments

When my good friend Jessica came to visit my family in Boise with her pretty newborn son, my boston terrier, Scout, about had a heart attack. He showed signs of dog-like-anxiety that I have never seen in him before! Every time Jessica's baby made a noise (let alone cried), Scout would jump up with a frantic look in his eye- a look that said:
"I NEED to help you but I don't have thumbs! Someone help this child!"

But when the baby was calm and content, Scout focused his energy on Jessica. When Jess went into the kitchen, the dog went into the kitchen. He was right at her heels the whole time- unless, of course, his duties were summoned by a screaming baby. By the time mom and son left our house, Scout was exhausted and I was sure all of his hair would fall out any moment.

Well then I had a baby. And Scout resumes his guard-dog duties with diligence for little Georgia. Last time we were in Boise, I arrived when no one was home and had to go the bathroom something terrible. Georgia was starving and screaming about it as I entered the house, put the carseat down in the front room and ran to the bathroom. When I came out, Georgia was still proclaiming she was hungry, and my little dog was doing figure eight jumps in the air in front of her. I could just hear his inner monologue:
"It's okay! You're okay! Watch me do these jumps! Please stop crying! I'm jumping for YOU!"

I tried to take the above picture to show Scout sniffing/soothing Georgia, but he turned and looked me when I snapped the photo.
"What are we gonna do about this, Mama?"

That whole weekend, Scout made sure that if Georgia was crying, someone who could make her stop knew it. When HE couldn't make her stop, he took his aggression out on his dog toys. As if all of his energy tearing up the stuffed lizard would somehow transfer to the poor baby and calm her down.

And when Georgia wasn't crying- who do you think he followed? Me. Into the kitchen, the bathroom, and slept at the foot of my bed every night. I recently read Inside of a Dog which talks about where dogs "human like" characteristics come from and what they actually mean. Nothin' in there about dogs and babies or dogs and moms. I like to think that Scout is aware of who is the most vulnerable. He somehow knows that Georgia can't help herself and also knows that I need protecting too- because without me, who would make the baby stop crying?

Good dog.